Shouting at the wind and rain. The weather makes Lears of us all.
So, while no one can hear me, I'll say it again: shibari performance needs to be lifted out of the fetish ghetto sometimes.
I don't mean those truncated, bowdlerised spots at clubs like the Box, but approachable evenings in Zone 1 (and the equivalents beyond London).
You already have live music, costume, props, a narrative arc.
Get an impresario/agent interested. Make connections. It's theatre after all.
Test the market.
I know what you'll say.
Never never never never never.
It's OK, no one looks at this for the words.
Subjects: Nina Russ, MaYa Homerton, Fuoco, Gorgone, Andrea Ropes, Bruce Esinem, Gestalta, members of the audience.
More pictures if you scroll down.